Holy Crackers, It's A Blog
Ok so I know these blogsies are far and few in between these days.
But I swear 'fore God there's all sorts of crap going on!! (you gotta say that like a southern black woman.)
Let's see....
The home life has been stirred up quite a bit, and it's not even to it's maximum dysfunctional potential yet. Trust me, it'll get there in due time.
There is trouble in paradise (YES, again for those of you who know us!) But, as a wise Arby once told me, "love hurts, wear a fuckin' helmet." Right he was.
Work sucks more and more each day I'm there because I know I'm wasting away. Why is it that there are very few people who can say that they are happy going to work each day? I have a feeling that a majority of the people on the expressway, walking, or on the busses and trains (when they're not burning) aren't really happy about where they're headed.
I'm just....just.....well, I'm tired of complaining and not doing.
I'll admit that I'm guilty of that. Part of it is fear, you know. Fear of going out there, trying, and failing miserably.
The funny part is that if I heard anyone else talking like this, I'd advise them that life's about trying, falling, then getting up again, and that you only hurt yourself when you don't do anything. Why don't we ever take our own advice?
I need a fucking vacation, dammit.
I am responsible for a lot of things and a few people, but I am also responsible for myself. Now I should start acting like it.
Thanks Brad and Dril for your very funny comments and insight :) You are very much appreciated!!
But I swear 'fore God there's all sorts of crap going on!! (you gotta say that like a southern black woman.)
Let's see....
The home life has been stirred up quite a bit, and it's not even to it's maximum dysfunctional potential yet. Trust me, it'll get there in due time.
There is trouble in paradise (YES, again for those of you who know us!) But, as a wise Arby once told me, "love hurts, wear a fuckin' helmet." Right he was.
Work sucks more and more each day I'm there because I know I'm wasting away. Why is it that there are very few people who can say that they are happy going to work each day? I have a feeling that a majority of the people on the expressway, walking, or on the busses and trains (when they're not burning) aren't really happy about where they're headed.
I'm just....just.....well, I'm tired of complaining and not doing.
I'll admit that I'm guilty of that. Part of it is fear, you know. Fear of going out there, trying, and failing miserably.
The funny part is that if I heard anyone else talking like this, I'd advise them that life's about trying, falling, then getting up again, and that you only hurt yourself when you don't do anything. Why don't we ever take our own advice?
I need a fucking vacation, dammit.
I am responsible for a lot of things and a few people, but I am also responsible for myself. Now I should start acting like it.
Thanks Brad and Dril for your very funny comments and insight :) You are very much appreciated!!

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